لا أَرتَضي يا صاحِ أَنِّيَ صاحي
فَالراحُ فيها راحَةُ الأَرواحِ
I do not wish, O friend, that I were awake,
For in sleep there is rest for souls.
أَمسَيتُ في ظُلُماتِ إيحاشٍ فَقُم
وَاِقدَح زِنادَ الأُنسِ بِالأَقداحِ
I fell into deep darkness of despair, so get up
And kindle the wicks of intimacy with cups.
وَاِشرَب وَهاتِ الكَأسَ صِرفاً وَاِسقِني
حَمراءَ تُغنيني عَنِ المِصباحِ
Drink and bring the cup around and give me to drink
Red wine that makes me need no lamp.
وَاِصرِف بِصِرفِ الراحِ تَجلو صورَةُ ال
أفراحِ عَنّي سَورَةَ الأَتراحِ
Turn away with the turning of the wind and the image of
Happiness turns from me the chapter of sorrows.
مِن كَفِّ أَحوَرَ شادِنٍ عَذبِ اللَمى
وَخَريدَةٍ مَلأى الإِزارِ رَداحِ
From the palm of a alluring dark-lipped beauty
And a saucy one with a dress full of fluttering.
أَو ما تَرى أَنَّ الرَبيعَ كَأَنَّهُ
ثَمِلٌ يُرَنِّحُهُ هُبوبُ رِياحِ
Or do you not see that spring is as though
It were ripe, breathed on by the blowing winds.
فَكَأَنَّما أَنفاسُهُ ما بَينَنا
عَبَقَت بِغالِيَةٍ عَلى تُفّاحِ
So that its breaths between us
Were fragrant with sweetness on apples.
وَالرَوضُ يَغمِزُنا بِعَينَي نَرجِسٍ
غَضٍّ وَيَبسِمُ عَن ثُغورِ أَقاحِ
And the meadow winks at us with the eyes of narcissi,
Fresh and smiling from the buds of flowers.
وَالطَيرُ بَينَ مُغَرِّدٍ وَمُعَربِدٍ
وَمُرَدِّدٍ وَمُعَدِّدٍ نوّاحِ
And the birds between singers and murmurers
And repeaters and enumerators crying out.
وَالماءُ بَينَ مُسَلسَلٍ وَمُسَجسَجٍ
وَمُهَينِمٍ وَمُزَمزِمٍ سيّاحِ
And the water between cascading and gurgling
And roaring and murmuring, flowing.
وَكَأَنَّما المَنثورُ مَدَّ أَكُفَّهُ
بِأَنامِلٍ بَينَ الندام مِلاحِ
And scattered blossoms stretched out their palms
With bracelets between the wrists.
وَالوَردُ يَدعو لِلصَبوحِ تَنَبَّهوا
نادى المُؤَذِّنُ فالِقَ الأصباحِ
And the roses call to the dawn “Awaken,”
The caller to prayer split the dawn.
وَتَغَنَّموا الزَمَنَ القَصيرَ فَإِنَّهُ
قَد آذَنَت غَدَواتُهُ بِرَواحِ
And make good use of the short time, for surely
Its mornings have given notice of departure.
